"No," said Uncle Joe. "He couldn't, whoever he was. But what happened about Noble Dill?"
Florence paused to accumulate and explode a sneeze, then responded pleasantly: "He said he was goin' to kill him. He said he often and often wanted to, and now he was. That's the reason I guess Aunt Julia wrote that note this morning."
"What note?" Aunt Carrie inquired. "You haven't told us of that."
"I was over there before noon," said Florence, "and Aunt Julia gave me a quarter and said she'd write a note for me to take to Noble Dill's house when he came home for lunch, and give it to him. She kind of slipped it to me, because grandpa came in there, pokin' around, while she was just finishin' writin' it. She didn't put any envelope on it even, and she never said a single thing to me about its bein' private or my not readin' it if I wanted to, or anything."
"Of course you didn't," said Aunt Carrie. "You didn't, did you, Florence?"
"Why, she didn't _say_ not to," Florence protested, surprised. "It wasn't even in an envelope."
Mr. Joseph Atwater coughed. "I hardly think we ought to ask what the note said, even if Florence was--well, indiscreet enough to read it."
"No," said his wife. "I hardly think so either. It didn't say anything important anyhow, probably."
"It began, 'Dear Noble,'" said Florence promptly. "Dear Noble'; that's the way it began. It said how grandpa was just all upset to think he'd accepted an umberella from him when Noble didn't have another one for himself like that, and grandpa was so embarrassed to think he'd let Noble do so much for him, and everything, he just didn't know _what_ to do, and proba'ly it would be tactful if he wouldn't come to the house till grandpa got over being embarrassed and everything. She said not to come till she let him know."
"Did you notice Noble when he read it?" asked Aunt Carrie.
"Yessir! And would you believe it; he just looked too happy!" Florence made answer, not wholly comprehending with what truth.
"I'll bet," said Uncle Joseph;--"I'll bet a thousand dollars that if Julia told Noble Dill he was six feet tall, Noble would go and order his next suit of clothes to fit a six-foot man."
And his wife complemented this with a generalization, simple, yet of a significance too little recognized. "They don't see a thing!" she said. "The young men that buzz around a girl's house don't see a thing of what goes on there! Inside, I mean."